So what do you think the best written opening hook in a screenplay (produced or unproduced)?

Post them here so we can marvel at them.

HERE IS A GOOD ONE FROM CHINATOWN:


          FULL SCREEN PHOTOGRAPH

               grainy but unmistakably a man and woman making love.
               Photograph shakes. SOUND of a man MOANING in anguish.
               The photograph is dropped, REVEALING ANOTHER, MORE
               compromising one. Then another, and another. More moans.

                                   CURLY'S VOICE
                              (crying out)
                         Oh, no.

          INT. GITTES' OFFICE

               CURLY drops the photos on Gittes' desk. Curly towers
               over GITTES and sweats heavily through his workman's
               clothes, his breathing progressively more labored. A
               drop plunks on Gittes' shiny desk top.

               Gittes notes it. A fan whiffs overhead. Gittes glances
               up at it. He looks cool and brisk in a white linen suit
               despite the heat. Never taking his eyes off Curly, he
               lights a cigarette using a lighter with a "nail" on
               his desk.

               Curly, with another anguished sob, turns and rams his
               fist into the wall, kicking the wastebasket as he does.
               He starts to sob again, slides along the wall where his
               fist has left a noticeable dent and its impact has sent
               the signed photos of several movie stars askew.

               Curly slides on into the blinds and sinks to his knees.
               He is weeping heavily now, and is in such pain that he
               actually bites into the blinds.

               Gittes doesn't move from his chair.

                                   GITTES
                         All right, enough is enough --
                         you can't eat the Venetian
                         blinds, Curly. I just had
                         'em installed on Wednesday.

               Curly responds slowly, rising to his feet, crying. Gittes
               reaches into his desk and pulls out a shot glass, quickly
               selects a cheaper bottle of bourbon from several fifths
               of more expensive whiskeys.

          Gittes pours a large shot. He shoves the glass across
          his desk toward Curly.

                                   GITTES
                         -- Down the hatch.

               Curly stares dumbly at it. Then picks it up, and drains
               it. He sinks back into the chair opposite Gittes, begins
               to cry quietly.

                                   CURLY
                              (drinking, relaxing
                              a little)
                         She's just no good.

                                   GITTES
                         What can I tell you, Kid?
                         You're right. When you're
                         right, you're right, and
                         you're right.

                                   CURLY
                         -- Ain't worth thinking about.

               Gittes leaves the bottle with Curly.

                                   GITTES
                         You're absolutely right, I
                         wouldn't give her another
                         thought.

                                   CURLY
                              (pouring himself)
                         You know, you're okay, Mr. Gittes.
                         I know it's your job, but you're
                         okay.

                                   GITTES
                              (settling back,
                              breathing a little
                              easier)
                         Thanks, Curly. Call me Jake.

                                   CURLY
                         Thanks. You know something,
                         Jake?

                                   GITTES
                         What's that, Curly?

                                   CURLY
                         I think I'll kill her.